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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

26
What I’d Do for Love

MY MOVIE DATE with Mary to see Araby was fun. A factory worker is in a bad accident and a teenager is sent to his home to collect some possessions. He finds a diary of his travels. The rest of the movie is the kid vicariously living the journey of the laborer’s life over the past ten years.

“It’s all so futile,” Mary sighed as we got in the car to go back to the dorm. “We snatch little moments of happiness out of a life of hopelessness and convince ourselves that it is all worth living. It was beautiful and all too painful at the same time.”

“My high school classmate killed himself,” I said. “It was just at the time Jas and I were discovering sex. He was Sarah Lynn’s best friend and she tore apart the police department in her commencement speech. After that, a bunch of us gathered at my Granddad’s place and eventually, the six of us bonded and made our little family. Out of the ashes.”

“You’d have gotten together anyway. Maybe not all of you. You might have needed a catalyst of some kind to get all of you into one unit, but…”

Mary looked into my eyes and held me there. She leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft and almost as sad as the movie we’d just watched. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and she stroked my cheek.

“Jett, I don’t know that we have the kind of catalyst that will stick us together,” she sighed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try. I don’t want to just have fun. You know? It doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex. I just don’t know if we have the bonding agents that will hold us together on the canvas.”

“Spoken like a true artist,” I chuckled. “We all like you, Mary. Maybe that’s a drawback. You’re sexy as hell. And funny. But we… I won’t try to force you someplace you won’t fit in.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to do any forcing when it comes time to fit in me.” Her mouth twitched and we slammed together in another intense kiss. Somewhere along the line, my hand landed on her thigh and started sliding upward. “Um… Jett, it’s not a good time to be playing around down there. Not that I wouldn’t like to, but it’s messy.”

“If we were someplace with a bed, I’d just say let’s go get messy,” I laughed. “Probably not the best idea clothed and in the car. And as much as I like playing around down there, that isn’t the only reason I go out with you.”

“Yeah. It’s not a bad reason, though. I’m not, like, inexperienced, you know. It was pretty easy to have sex in high school. Guys couldn’t wait to dip into the mystery girl who was always covered up. But no one really got interested in having a relationship with the ‘nervous girl.’ They couldn’t relax. And they wanted me naked. I just couldn’t do that. When the time’s right, I’ll get naked with you, Jett. I think. Just… you know… take it slow.”

“Whatever pace you say, Mary. I’m sort of falling for you.”

“You fall kind of easily. Remember, I’ve got to fall six times if this is ever going anywhere. We can kiss some more.”

We did and Mary taught me about how she liked to have her nipples twisted with the bar pierced through them. We didn’t make it all the way to orgasms, but we were damned exhausted by the time she got out of the car and went to her dorm.

MARY’S PERIOD marked the beginning of what the girls called Shark Week. Over the next ten days, there was a constant exchange of girls who were bloated, horny, crabby, cramping, bleeding, bitchy, clingy, depressed, manic, and crying. As Jas referred to it, there was ‘blood in the water.’

In my book, it was like trying to connect to a WiFi network without the WEP code.

“Don’t touch me unless you’ve got a tampon crammed up your ass!”

“Rub my tummy. Not down there.”

“Hold me.”

“How can you be so stupid?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

I wasn’t sure but what the longer we lived together, the worse it got. One played off another and seemed devoted to outdoing everyone else. And add to my five roommates, Mary and Eva, who seemed to be over to ‘study’ every night that week.

And forget about painting. “You’re so selfish. I need you.”

A guy needs a little recovery time between forays into the mine field of menstruating girlfriends. I called Derek and we got together for a latte Wednesday afternoon.

“HOW CAN YOU STAND IT?” Derek laughed when I’d given him a rundown of circumstances at home. “I’d run out of the house screaming. You know there’s an order of monks who make cheese in the next county. I hear they are looking for recruits. They take a vow of silence and you are only allowed one sentence a year.”

“That is such an old joke,” I moaned. “I’m tired of all this bickering about oatmeal.”

“It just shows that no matter how you change your circumstances, you’ll find something to piss about,” he said.

“That’s true enough. Just think: I could still be living with my mother.”

I was really thinking about my family and how my mother was insane about sterilizing everything I touched and planning every detail of my life. Since I moved out, we had a much better relationship. About once a month, I took one of my girlfriends home with me for Sunday dinner. It was fun. Unfortunately, Derek went suddenly silent as he stared at his coffee.

“Hey. What is it?”

“Um… Dee and I spent a lot of time with each other—in each other’s house—before this summer. It’s not like we didn’t know what the parents were like. But actually living together full time has its challenges.” Derek sighed. “It’s so different than I expected.”

“Are you… like… living together together? Um… I thought you were in the guest room.”

“Not anymore. I… um… We did it in August. Had sex. Made love. Moved into her room together.”

“And her parents are okay with all that?”

“They practically strewed rose petals in our path. I tell you, Jett, they have been planning this with my parents for eighteen years. Maybe longer. Our parents were college friends, you know. We were practically conceived in the same bed.”

“It sounds like you’ve got it all then. Your parents are paying for college. You’re living with the love of your life. Her mom cooks and cleans for you. You live rent-free. What’s to complain about?”

“It’s weird to have sex every night down the hall from her parents and next door to her little brother. It’s like they know what we’re doing every time we close the door to our room. It’s the kind of smile they have when we emerge again. I mean, they’re right. We were having sex. I don’t know how you can keep up with five girls. Dee and I have sex all the time! It’s like we went through eighteen and a half years being close and loving and friends, and then we had sex and now that’s all we ever do. All the fucking time!”

“I’d never have thought Dee was a nympho,” I laughed. “Or that you were a sex maniac.”

“That’s the thing, you know? It worries me. Remember when we first got into Minecraft? We played all the time. Our parents confiscated the controllers until our homework was done and unplugged the Xbox at eleven at night so we’d sleep. Then one day I came in with my controller, ready to play, and Dee had Final Fantasy XV out. We never played Minecraft again. I’m afraid she’ll be like that with sex. One day I’ll walk into the bedroom and start to undress and she’ll say, ‘Let’s play canasta.’ It will all be over.”

“I think sex stimulates different brain-centers than games,” I guessed. “You make it good for her, don’t you? I mean, Kelly…”

“I screwed things up so badly with Kelly. Shit. I still feel like I owe her an apology or ten. I’m never going to treat Dee like that. We downloaded a book.”

“What kind of book?”

“How to sexually satisfy your partner and have a lifelong sexual relationship. Our parents gave it to us.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. It was right after we moved out of your Granddad’s place. We were in our blanket fort in the basement and my phone chimed that I had a new book synchronizing. We read it all that night and started downloading others. You know, the stuff we all did online was nothing compared to the kind of stuff that’s possible when two people put their parts together IRL.”

“I found that out. Maybe I need to borrow that book. But that was like back in June! And it took you until mid-August to put the parts together?”

“We did a lot of… um… experimenting before that. We found a dozen more books. Indian, Japanese, Chinese. They’re all more interesting than the straight sex American books. We compared anatomy, methods of stimulating each other, positions. Then one night, we started kissing. Jett! They need to write a book about kissing! I mean, we had little pecks on the cheek and even a smooch on the lips before, but we’d been reading The Kama Sutra one night and for some unknown reason we just kissed each other.”

“That has been an experience I’m loving at every opportunity.”

“Yeah, but… The downside about how we were raised together, you know from sharing a crib onward, is that we were sort of like brother and sister. We’d seen each other, watched each other develop, and really loved each other. But we didn’t get turned on by each other. Who’d kiss his sister? And when we started reading all the sex books, it was like maybe someday we’d find someone to actually do all this stuff with, but we didn’t think it would be each other. Then that kiss!” Derek’s eyes glazed over as if he was reliving the kiss right then. “Who knew how it connected everything. We made love all night long. I’ve always loved Dee. I just didn’t think the sex stuff was part of it. Wow! Just, wow!”

“And now you’ve accepted the parents’ plan for your lives, huh?”

“We’re getting married at Christmas, Jett. Dee’s pregnant.”

I HAD A LOT to think about. I went shopping and picked up five heating pads. I went back and got two more. It was silly of me to treat Mary and Eva any differently than my five girlfriends. I called the contact Ford had given me before he left to get some decent dope. I didn’t want us routinely getting high, but if it helped my girls get past the pain of their periods, I could see a once a month pot party. I stopped by the Bath Shoppe and picked up half a dozen different kinds of bath salts and three bottles of massage oils. Then I picked up the girls’ favorite Chinese noodles and chicken dishes and rushed home.

It was Sarah Lynn’s turn to cook and when I walked in the back door I found her standing in the kitchen, staring at a package of chicken. She winced as I watched her.

“Don’t…” she started.

“Let me take over dinner, Sarah Lynn,” I said. “I’d like to do that for you.”

She burst into tears and rushed to hug me.

“I thought I’d make it through today before it started,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to get cramps today. I’m sorry.”

“Honey, come out to the living room. I have something for you.” I led her to the sofa and gave her a heating pad.

“Really? For me?” She kissed me and even though she tried to put something into it, she got another cramp and curled up around the heating pad.

“Aww! Me, too,” Kelly whimpered as she came into the room. “Can I share?” I handed my redhead another heating pad and got an equally abbreviated kiss before she curled up on the other end of the sofa and snuggled against the comforting warmth.

I quickly unwrapped the other five heating pads and put them on the coffee table so the other girls could grab one as they got home. Then I rushed the recycling out and picked up my other purchases from my car.

“I smell Chinese food. Is Ariel cooking tonight?” Jas whined as she and Char came into the kitchen.

“This is a Jett special,” I said. “It’s designed to make all my girlfriends as comfortable as possible.”

“I know what would make me more comfortable,” Ariel said as she, Eva, and Mary walked in the living room door. “Please say you’re going to get us high before we try to consume all that food.”

“Your wish is my command, my little pixie,” I said pulling out the baggie.

“Oh, yes! I’d give you a blowjob, but I think I’d gag. Toke me up.”

I packed the bong and the sweet aroma filled the air. While the girls passed the bong, I ran back to the kitchen and heated all the food. Chinese food for eight costs about a hundred bucks—a quarter of my monthly food allowance. But if I could make my girls feel better, it was worth it.

“There are bath salts in the bathroom if anyone wants to soak. I have massage oil and will do your feet or backs. If you feel up to a shower, I’ll shampoo your hair. There’s only one of me, so you’ll have to share, but I take care of all of you.”

“I’m down to a slow drip,” Mary said. “The worst is over for me, so I’ll help Jett if any of you want that foot or back rub.”

“I wish I felt good enough to thank you for that properly,” Sarah Lynn said as she stripped down to her panties. “Please do my lower back, Mary. It aches so much.” I laid our beach towels out on the floor and soon Mary and I had six near-naked girls stretched out, moving from one to another with massage oil. I needed to get every extension cord we had together so they could all keep their heating pads plugged in as we worked on them. As the food, pot, and oil gradually took effect, the girls mellowed out, shifted around, and eventually went to bed. I set about cleaning up our mess. I still had a bit of a buzz, but I’d been most concerned about how to treat my girlfriends and got most of my high from just being in the room. I took out the garbage, having wisely chosen to feed everyone off paper plates and with plastic forks. I’d just finished loading the washing machine with all our oily towels when I felt a hand on my back. I turned to face Mary.

“No wonder they all love you so much,” she whispered. She leaned in to kiss me softly.

“You know, it was really a challenge this morning. They all seemed to want to rip me a new one. But I was talking to a friend this afternoon and I realized that… they’re the most important thing in the world to me. It’s not enough to love them. You. All. I want to take care of each and every one.”

“Um… I hate to put another request on you then, but I didn’t get any massage this evening.”

“Mary, I’d be happy to massage you. Why don’t we go up to one of the beds where we can be comfortable?”

“The three bedrooms are all in use with two girls per bed. But Kelly told me I could stay in the Kat House tonight if I wanted. Would that be okay?”

“Absolutely.”

WE STOOD a little awkwardly in Kelly’s room. It looked like the set for a porn movie. Which I guess it was.

“Um… What would you like? Whatever you want,” I said. I’d brought up the remains of all three bottles of massage oil, but with Mary still in what appeared to be a heavy-duty body stocking, I figured this was going to be a dry massage. She took a deep breath and reached between her legs to undo snaps.

“This is a two-piece,” she sighed as the tension was released. “I get through my periods with less pain than your girlfriends because I have Prozac. That and this high-compression bodystocking help control the cramps. But… um… it kind of squashes my boobs. Could you… would you massage them?”

“Of course,” I said. I reached for her and she stepped back. She unsnapped the crotch of her leotard and pulled it up and over her head. It took longer for her to get the sleeves off her arms than the body off her torso. I know because I was holding my breath the whole time. In front of me were the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. I couldn’t believe she’d nailed a spike through the most perfect nipples I could even imagine. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“They might not be ready for quite as much stimulation as they were on Sunday, but I could really stand to have them rubbed.” I sat on the bed and Mary leaned back between my legs. She immediately scooted forward again and turned to pull my T-shirt and jeans off. Then she settled back and I felt her bare back against my chest for the first time. I warmed a little oil in my hands and reached around her to begin a gentle massage of her chest.

I spent a fair amount of time just massaging her tits but as she leaned back into me and nuzzled her lips under my chin, I stroked the entire length of her torso and arms, up and down her sides, and across her shoulders. Mary had been shaking when she first leaned back against me but now there was no more than an occasional quiver of her skin. She’d said her nipples were a little more sensitive than they’d been on Sunday, so I didn’t treat them roughly, but I spent a good bit of time tracing her bars with my fingers and trying to keep my own nipples from pulling inside out from thinking about being pierced.

Mary turned in my arms and pulled herself to my lips. We kissed deeply and intently as I shifted my manual ministrations to her back, pressing all the way down to the waistband of her tights. She purred and cooed as we kissed and she rubbed her oily breasts against my chest. There was no question that she could feel my erection against her stomach. In fact, I was pretty sure I was poking out the top of my briefs and smearing precome between us.

Mary slid down and dragged my shorts the rest of the way off my cock. She looked up at me and smiled. “You were so good to all of us today. This is just for you.” With that, she lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and began a slow and exquisite blowjob. She teased me as long as possible before it was obvious I was beyond the point of no return. Then she swallowed me down as I pumped my week’s worth of seed down her throat. My moan was probably loud enough to have woken all the girls below us if they hadn’t been sleeping a deep, stoned sleep.

She kissed her way back up my torso after stripping off my briefs altogether and pulling me down so I was lying next to her instead of sitting up. We lay facing each other and kissing. That’s how we fell asleep.

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